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 It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the 
Gospel is good fare."  
 It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the 
Gospel is good fare." 
 One day at least in every week,
 The sects of every kind
  Their doctrines here are sure read more 
 One day at least in every week,
 The sects of every kind
  Their doctrines here are sure to seek,
   And just as sure to find. 
 A glory gilds the sacred page,
 Majestic like the sun,
  It gives a light to every age,
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 A glory gilds the sacred page,
 Majestic like the sun,
  It gives a light to every age,
   It gives, but borrows none. 
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
 Within that awful volume lies
 The mystery of mysteries!
  Happiest they of human race,
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 Within that awful volume lies
 The mystery of mysteries!
  Happiest they of human race,
   To whom God has granted grace
    To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
     To lift the latch, and force the way:
      And better had they ne'er been born,
       Who read to doubt, or read to scorn. 
 But Thy good word informs my soul
 How I may climb to heaven.  
 But Thy good word informs my soul
 How I may climb to heaven. 
 Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
 Star of Eternity! The only star
  By which the read more 
 Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
 Star of Eternity! The only star
  By which the bark of man could navigate
   The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
    Securely. 
 And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
 Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
  Are uncorrupt, sufficient, read more 
 And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
 Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
  Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire
   In all things which our needful faith require. 
 We search the world for truth; we cull
 The good, the pure, the beautiful,
  From all old read more 
 We search the world for truth; we cull
 The good, the pure, the beautiful,
  From all old flower fields of the soul;
   And, weary seeker of the best,
    We come back laden from out quest,
     To find that all the sages said
      Is in the Book our mothers read.